[Verse 1] You talk when I’m not in the room, Then turn away when I come through. You’ve got a lot to say to the crowd, But face to face, you’re not so loud.
[Pre-Chorus] If there’s a fault, then name it plain, Don’t dress it up or pass the blame.
[Chorus] What’s your problem? Say it to my face. No more hiding, no more borrowed bravery. Stand your ground and tell me what you mean. A man’s worth shows in the truth he speaks. What’s your problem? Say it to my face.
[Verse 2] I’ve had my share of wrong turns too, I’ll own each one and answer you. But I won’t wear the words you send Through every mouth but your own, my friend.
[Pre-Chorus] If there’s a fault, then name it plain, Don’t dress it up or pass the blame.
[Chorus] What’s your problem? Say it to my face. No more hiding, no more borrowed bravery. Stand your ground and tell me what you mean. A man’s worth shows in the truth he speaks. What’s your problem? Say it to my face.
[Bridge] No fists, no threats, no crowd to please, Just speak the truth and let it breathe. Respect is earned when you stand there, Look me in the eye and say you care.
[Final Chorus] What’s your problem? Say it to my face. No more hiding, no more borrowed bravery. Stand your ground and tell me what you mean. A man’s worth shows in the truth he speaks. What’s your problem? Say it to my face.
[Outro] Say it straight. Say it plain. To my face.
Estilo de música
Irish folk-rock with a driving pub-session pulse, brisk acoustic strumming, stomping kick and snare, restrained electric guitar accents, and a gritty male lead with a clear Irish accent. Verse delivery is conversational and tightly phrased; the chorus opens into a forceful, memorable singalong. Keep the arrangement raw-edged and direct, with a short instrumental lift before the final chorus and a firm ending.